I've Moved!: curse of the orchards

Where oh where did my sweet little baby go? I woke up this morning to find a tried and true toddler....more importantly an almost two year old!

See, this is how the girls work me...I've been a bit too focused on whipping Miss Annabelle into shape these past few days and right before my eyes Miss Gwyneth has swooped in with her very own sass. I don't ignore Miss GG by any means, but I kinda thought she was the easy one. We read together, we do puzzles together, we color together, we snuggle. I don't raise my voice with her, I don't have to reprimand her, I just love on her.... and then she closed in on two.....that will teach me to label these girls.

I like to refer to this as The Curse of The Orchards. When Annabelle was about 2 months away from turning two we went to a Mexican restaurant at the Orchards to celebrate Cinco De Mayo. She was not having it and had a major meltdown. I couldn't believe my eyes as she dramatically melted down. We left without taking a single drink of margarita or tasting the chips and salsa. I couldn't believe my sweet Annabelle was capable of getting us thrown out of a restaurant (ok, we didn't get thrown out, but I'm pretty sure there was a big round of cheers from the wait staff and our fellow patrons when we left the building). Miss Gwyneth was just under one and sat with wide eyes just staring at her sister and I thought I'd never see the day the roles reversed....

Tonight we went over to play on the apples at the Orchards and planned to have a quick dinner at Rock Bottom. We ordered dinner and Gwyneth wanted nothing to do with it. She wanted to go play. She was fussing and throwing a fit and on the verge of melt down and we said "Fine, you don't want to eat with us, don't sit with us". (This always works for Annabelle - she likes to be part of the family and stays close to us). BACKFIRE!! Gwyneth said "Bye", got up from her seat and walked out the door! We had an eye on her and thought our sweet little angel would never roam too far. Nope, she headed right for the door and out she went. Guess who learned the lesson? Me, not Gwyneth. Annabelle stared in disbelief as we boxed up our dinners and headed straight to the car where Gwyneth sat while Annabelle briefly played on the apples. All the while, Gwyneth cried for the apples in the car and Annabelle told me "Gwyneth was very naugthy at the restaurant". I refrained from telling her she may have learned from the master. Annabelle doesn't quite get sarcasm yet, so that would have been lost on her.

So, the Curse of The Orchards lives and I have quickly realized that my baby is now on the road to her two's and means trouble.....